In 1952, Ropey Scauser spent seventeen hours in a speed-driven coma in Dauphin, Manitoba. When he woke up, he had scraped the following into his upper left thigh:
You may find yourself sitting in a shotgun shack.
And you may find yourself in another part of the world.
And you may tell yourself: "This is not my beautiful house."
And you may tell yourself: "This is not my beautiful wife."
How did I get here?
The question mark never fully healed.